Amelia appeared on the boardwalk, her ghostly form barely visible in the moonlight. Moonlight Bay was known for its historic homes and eerie tales. The autumn breeze carried hints of ocean and sweets. Visitors eagerly awaited the famous “Spectral Shores” tour.
As a spirit from centuries past, Amelia enjoyed observing these tours. She favored one guide – the theatrical Sebastian Dusk.
Sebastian arrived, driving an antique trolley pulled by his loyal horse Luna. “Greetings, Spectral Shores adventurers!” His top hat and cape fluttered in the wind. “I’m Sebastian, your portal to the paranormal. Shall we embark?”
Five souls boarded: a skeptical man and his thrilled wife, a vacationing couple, and a solitary lady clutching a notebook.
Sebastian wove ghostly yarns as Amelia glided beside the trolley, intrigued by the living’s fascination with the deceased.
They navigated misty lanes lined with looming Victorian estates. At each halt, Sebastian spun taller tales, intertwining fact and lore into spine-chilling sagas.
Nearing the ancient lighthouse, Amelia sensed her essence surge. This site held deep meaning for her. Yet Sebastian’s narrative strayed far from her truth…
